<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Jenna Tarrington | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/jennlt</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Jenna Tarrington</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776311494</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Winter Wind</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/1487686/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Leaving</title>
			<description>The car arrived as scheduled, just after sunset. One of the symptoms of the disease was higher tolerance for UV exposure than normal, and Laurel wanted to see one last sunset before she left. Even though vampires were able to walk around during daylight hours, the amount of preparation required wasn..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/992136/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Personal Effects</title>
			<description>Laurel contacted her legal and financial advisers to plot the best course of action. Her house would be maintained by a staff of vampires during her absence, and her valuables moved to the vault.&amp;nbsp;If, after fifty years, she did not return and no cure was found she was to die peacefully and t..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991923/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Discovery</title>
			<description>Laurel pressed her spine into the hard molded back of the chair, wishing that she could will herself to melt into the plastic and disappear. Words like incurable and terminal had been tossed around the room more than once, and she'd finally had enough.&quot;That's enough,&quot; she whispered to the panel ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991900/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Turning</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991809/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Don't know</title>
			<description>Personal Journal Entry&amp;nbsp;Janelle - Day ??July 2012 ??&amp;nbsp;I'm trapped here with Doctor and what remains of our patients. The security system has detected an anomaly and&amp;nbsp;locked us in. I'm not even sure what day it is, but I think it is still July. The screaming has finally stopped, but..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991737/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Locked in</title>
			<description>Office Journal Entry - Day One&amp;nbsp;January 5, 2012&amp;nbsp;Note: Doctor says to record everything, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Even my thoughts about what we are doing here are important. Notes from patient charts and excepts from Doctor's personal notes are also to be included wh..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991711/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Assistant</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/991708/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Night fell, but darkness did nothing to alleviate thestifling heat. Maggie checked the thermostat and lowered it a few degreesbefore putting a nearly naked Rebecca in her crib. She poured a glass ofRiesling and walked outside, waiting for her husband to call. She gaz..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/843422/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Into the Mythic</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where does one begin to tell the story of how the world ended? To go back tothe beginning would be impossible.&amp;nbsp;Prehistoric participants in the eventof an eon could only tell a fraction of the story with what was left of theirbones. The same protobacteria that..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/839158/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Working Title - Suggestions?</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/839144/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Part 1, Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Ginger drove home with butterflies in her stomach, hoping she would be able to sleep. Nothing had made her feel so excited in a long time, and the level of emotion she was experiencing was almost disconcerting. Not since her first love in college had her heart skipped a beat or her mouth gone dry at..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/778811/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Part 1, Chapter 3</title>
			<description>The rest of her drive was uneventful and Ginger had just enough time to pick up Corky and make it home before rush hour hit. She was still not feeling well and thought a nap on the couch after she played with Corky would be the cure. The house was a bit warm, but it wouldn't take long to cool down a..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/777747/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Part 1, Chapter 2</title>
			<description>After a few more minutes of pointlessly staring at the box on the dresser, Ginger decided to go ahead and open it. She would deal with whatever was inside then, but the suspense and the anxiety were killing her. Not knowing is always worse than knowing, as far as she was concerned.She felt ridiculou..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/777730/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Andrea, now Andy for anyone outside the family, had grown into a handsome young boy at the age of ten. She understood her life was in danger and played the part very well. Blethyn had never hidden anything from her and told her of the prophecy during the time of her birth. Her uncle Andrew had agree..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/721541/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;One more push, Moranna, and the babe will beout!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; A ruddy cheeked midwife namedBlethyn leaned over Moranna, wiping her brow with a cool damp cloth.&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t&amp;hellip;. I&amp;rsquo;m too tired.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; Moranna&amp;rsquo;s strength was sapped, and she&amp;rsquo;d lostm..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/721520/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>A burst of morning sun threatened to spillover the mountainside, not leaving much time for argument.&amp;nbsp; Andrea looked from the corner of her eye atArthur, and then Roan.&amp;nbsp; Knowing this maybe the last time she saw either of them alive if they didn&amp;rsquo;t part ways, Andrea strengthened..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/721495/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Working Title</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/721485/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Part 1 - Death knocks on the door</title>
			<description>Ginger got the news at work first thing Monday morning. She never understood why anyone thought it was a good idea to give bad news when people are anywhere other than home. Then again, her mother wasn't exactly full of good ideas.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Ginger Barlow,&quot; she chirped into her headset. Silence. &quot;He..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/718816/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Notes and Outline</title>
			<description>Ginger finds herself at her father's funeral, getting conflicting information about how he died. Mysterious circumstances surround his last days. Her sister Penny also dies in childbirth within six months of her father's funeral. An unknown character is at both funerals. He seems to be interested in..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/718740/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Middle of Somewhere</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/718739/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>Mike's heart leapt at the idea of having a true mate and a true equal to spend eternity with, but he also knew it would be painful and possibly dangerous for her.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Do you have any idea how much that hurts? I've seen people changed, and most of them don't survive. The transition is not prett..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/615103/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Mike didn't stop running until he'd reached the edge of the woods behind the house. He could still feel the frenzy coursing through his body, and didn't understand why he was unable to control it. There were only two times in his life he hadn't been able to stop the change. Once during his initiatio..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/615073/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>His brows furrowed at her question, and she could see his eyes darken slightly. &quot;What do you mean, 'Why am I really here?' My uncle sent me to pick up cuttings, and that's what I'm doing. As soon as I can leave.&quot; He backed up slightly and gestured to the snowy landscape outside.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Your uncle..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614596/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 8 </title>
			<description>Amy regained her composure a bit and went out to find Buster. He decided playing in the snow would be more fun than hanging out with her, and obviously thought Mike wasn't a threat. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Thanks a lot, buddy.&quot; She whispered to herself. Mike might not be dangerous in that he would attack or kill..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614511/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Mike decided staying in his room would be the best option for the time being. Amy was stirring his senses in ways he hadn't felt in a long time. Ever since his wife died he hadn't even thought about another woman, and that was over a century ago.&amp;nbsp;&quot;D****t!&quot; &amp;nbsp;He picked up his cell ph..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614506/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>While Mike retrieved his bags from the car, Amy set to work making sure the guest room was presentable. The sheets got changed periodically by the maid, whether or not anyone was staying, so she was pretty sure the sheets would be fresh. There were towels, soap and shampoo in the guest bath, but she..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614478/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Amy showed Mike where the phone and computer were, and went to make more coffee. She had a feeling the local hotels were going to fill up fast and the ones further out would be harder to reach if the interstate was closed down.Mike made his way back to the kitchen, obviously frustrated. &quot;Not one hot..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614291/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Before the alarm had a chance to ring, Amy was awakened by Buster's insistent licking&amp;nbsp; of her hand. As much as she wanted to ignore him, she knew he would have to go out after being cooped up all night.&amp;nbsp; She looked at the clock, which seemed to smirk at her as the numbers came into focus. ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614286/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Amy wandered through the house for most of the afternoon, and determined that Del was right. This was her house and always had been. Even though it had been one of his family homes, he had never taken an interest in decorating it or turning it into a home. She asked for money to decorate&amp;nbsp;and he..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614159/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Amy had always been an early riser. The sun shining on her face in the morning was&amp;nbsp;one of the pure joys of her life, and she had situated her bed near the eastern window to catch the first rays of sunrise. A quick stretch and a glance out the window revealed a a light dusting of snow, and the f..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614106/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Amy had spent many cold and rainy days in the greenhouse, repotting plants, taking cuttings and tending the roses. Her roses. The pristine white, heavily perfumed blooms were suspended on the end of vines that sprouted nasty looking thorns. &quot;Bird killers&quot; her grandmother had called them. Even the to..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614096/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Thorned Vine</title>
			<description>A tale of beauty and pleasure mingled with pain. </description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jennlt/614071/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>